Rough Masterlist
One shot- broken mirror (Angst)
Series
Strangers to friends to lovers
(in progress)(on hold for now)
Part 4
Rough Masterlist
One shot- broken mirror (Angst)
Series
Strangers to friends to lovers
(in progress)(on hold for now)
Part 4
twins
I swear I'm trying to bring myself to write:") I will succeed soon
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I'm working on this long ass fic(yes probably around 15k words) and I have a feeling it will be everything.
Exam pressure is making me full of ideas okay😭
I'm working on this long ass fic(yes probably around 15k words) and I have a feeling it will be everything.
“Stop being afraid of what could go wrong and start being excited about what could go right.”
— Unknown
So hard to choose noo
Y/n lets her head fall onto Harry's chest, eyes shutting down as he lightly massages her belly. She jerks her head up when she hears him hiss, realizing that her bun had been too tight to not poke his chest.
"I'm sorry," he mumbled sheepishly before using his elbow to push down her bun a bit, loosening it up in the process. Breathing slowly and deeply to rock her soothingly as she's practically laying on his chest, his mind drifts off to what's inside her belly- eyes fixated on the white bubbles that cover their bodies from his wandering eyes.
She's humming a tune he is familiar with, but never remembers the name of- and suddenly, he isn't sure if he should interrupt her with his weird question. "Is carrying a baby even slightly fun?" He babbles out, his hands still massaging her colossal bump.
If i get treated this way while being pregnant, I won't hate the idea of pregnancy at all😭
Love:(
Happy birthday to the one and only. H.S.
Thanks for being a great part of my life once:)
Keep Driving plus close up (wait for it) via daydreamingdara
Harry didn’t know that one moment with Y/N would change his life.
Word count: 28,920 (no joke)
A/N: hi amores! this has been something i have been working on for months. this is older harry and I can honestly say i’ve poured my heart into this piece. special mention to @matildashoney who was just an amazing support as i worked on this on and off. thank you for being patient with me friends! 💜
i hope you enjoy, my loves. buckle in, grab your waters and happy reading!
Warnings: slow burn!!!!! (it’s worth it), angst, fluff, smut (female pleasure)
Another gala. Another check to write.
Harry has to remind his assistant to stop accepting these invitations for him. Next time he’ll mail a check out instead. He had finished buttoning his velvet maroon coat as he handed off his keys to the valet for the hotel. The doorman guided him down the entry leading him to the extravagant ballroom.
To no surprise, the venue was decorated beautifully. There seemed to be a common theme of gold and flowers. At every turn, he saw a waiter with a boutonniere in their left pocket. The tablecloth shimmered under the dimmed lights, unlike the usual cheap fabric he saw at other events. For food, appetizers were lined up in the back with small places and forks to the side so one could serve themselves to their liking. Dinner was set to start in an hour once most of the guests arrived.
Harry mingled with a drink in his hand, not bothering to force a smile, he had the displeasure of knowing most of the people in attendance, and he can’t say he’s the biggest fan of them. They all had one thing on their mind: money. None of them cared about the cause for tonight, Harry included. All they were there for was to flaunt their money and see who could donate the most, and by the looks of it, Old man Tommy was looking to take the win by how aggressively he was signing his checkbook.